Guilty.
a bittersweet memory.


sometimes i think i see it half empty.


in retrospect.
i say deadline, you say "yes ma'am".


please, i dont take shit.
whats more, you're not worth it.


i'll never forget.
always, your very own apartment.


and if somebody loves you.
wont they always love you.


back then.
they were stoic, unrelenting.
grand.


last night.
a sudden urge to express.
the result.


white dash by dash.
growing, longing.
'neath orange glow.
black tar reverts to soliloquy.
travellers to the right.
warmth to the left.
"ahead", it says.
peak, trough, unrest.
homeward bound.


music takes away all unnecessary distractions.
never have i felt so driven to get somewhere.
can you hear it now?


music makes me lose control
music makes me lose control
lets go.

perfection at 6:18 AM